DAY 179: Dancing under the stars

26 Feb

I HAVE to be asked twice to dance to ‘Crimson & Clover’ in the middle of the night, in the middle of a country road.

On night one I plead fatigue. On night two, I mentally run through excuses ranging from hysteria to a twisted ankle, then agree. We jump up onto the hood of the ute and dance in the moonlight – snickering possums and grumbling ute bonnets be blowed.

Keeper: Yes.

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